Down at the club
the drums beat jazz ba-bam
ba-bam-bam-boo
to taps of of hundred feet and humming sax:
while with a tearful wail the
trumpet hails our night of righteous fights.
Down at the club the rye is raw;
we burn both ends with neon eyes;
we sing with voices drawn from singe of bass
dwa-wam dwa-wa-wam wam-wam
we bleed in black-keyed blues;
while with our hands on hips of hers
and with her lips in ears
we slip, we sway to drips of jazz;
unleashed with countless drinks
we dance till dawn —
down at the club till dawn.
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Today we write jazz poetry with Amaya who hosts the bar at dVerse tonight. Bring us the best of free verse with jazz and rhythm. Get inspired by Miles Daves and others… and why not this concert from Stockholm 1963.
Welcome – the bar opens at 3 PM EST.
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November 23, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Jazz Poetry… that pretty much sums up your poem. Good one.
Love the beat & swaying to the taps of of hundred feet and humming sax ~ That’s a sensual dance until dawn ~
I like the ominous sound of this phrase: “our night of righteous fights”
Very mellow, very smooth.
love the use of the sound of the drums…like a jazz vocalist scatting. Nicely done!
Sips of Jazz – too cool! Love the feel of this poem and thank you for including the viedo.
Pure straight-on jazz here. Oh, and the video clip is good, too! Well done, Björn!
A great feel of grooving to music till dawn😊
Yes sounds wonderful, still dancing at dawn.
cool, man!
Your poem’s as tight as Herbie’s playing (the best cats making it all sound so loose and easy.) My favorite line/image:
“we burn both ends with neon eyes;” that “Z” sound getting in the gut like the low sax.
the mix of sounds is glorious and I drank down these divine lines
“Down at the club the rye is raw”
Sounds like jazz to me! Swaying and being swayed. Love how you draw people in with your poetry!
So evocative. Love the club you paint.
Hot times at a cool club…you jazzed it up right!
Smooth, real smooth. With a groove I can feel through the wee hours!
You took me right there. I could feel the beat.
kaykuala
unleashed with countless drinks
we dance till dawn —
It obviously had been a memorable night!
Hank
Now, this is jazz poetry! I like the atmosphere that you created here with sounds and images.
This really swings with a beatnick, slam-poetry vibe. Love it.